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No idea, no idea, no idea who you are.
No idea, no idea, I simply don’t recognize you.
There‘s nothing there, dead eyes, dead gaze,
Without soul, without heart, you‘re breaking your own neck.
Without will, without will but with impulse for lethargy
Only a shell without core, head hung low, knees bruised.
A lot about nothing, nothing about a lot, the game never changes,
no flag, no desire, conked out before the goal
Why, why, why, why
aren‘t you coming out of your covert?
Why, why, why, why
aren’t you pulling your head out of the dirt?
Left, right, left, right
you avoid and keep your face shut
Left, right, left ‚ right
in front of you the below waits
Rope off around your neck, you look pained
the ground beneath you is breaking in, last chance, get up now!
A day spent in laziness, a day slipping through your fingers
Heal yourself, heal now, sprinkle the ashes on your head.
Wipe it off, wipe it off, free yourself from the dirt
And get to it now, get to it know, do it here, do it now!
Why, why, why, why
aren‘t you coming out of your covert?
Why, why, why, why
aren’t you pulling your head out of the dirt?
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wipe off all your wounds
And go, and go, and go, and go
your very own, newly built path
Why, why, why, why
aren‘t you coming out of your covert?
Why, why, why, why
aren’t you pulling your head out of the dirt?
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wipe off all your wounds
And go, and go, and go, and go
your very own, newly built path
No idea, no idea, I simply don’t recognize you.
There‘s nothing there, dead eyes, dead gaze,
Without soul, without heart, you‘re breaking your own neck.
Without will, without will but with impulse for lethargy
Only a shell without core, head hung low, knees bruised.
A lot about nothing, nothing about a lot, the game never changes,
no flag, no desire, conked out before the goal
Why, why, why, why
aren‘t you coming out of your covert?
Why, why, why, why
aren’t you pulling your head out of the dirt?
Left, right, left, right
you avoid and keep your face shut
Left, right, left ‚ right
in front of you the below waits
Rope off around your neck, you look pained
the ground beneath you is breaking in, last chance, get up now!
A day spent in laziness, a day slipping through your fingers
Heal yourself, heal now, sprinkle the ashes on your head.
Wipe it off, wipe it off, free yourself from the dirt
And get to it now, get to it know, do it here, do it now!
Why, why, why, why
aren‘t you coming out of your covert?
Why, why, why, why
aren’t you pulling your head out of the dirt?
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wipe off all your wounds
And go, and go, and go, and go
your very own, newly built path
Why, why, why, why
aren‘t you coming out of your covert?
Why, why, why, why
aren’t you pulling your head out of the dirt?
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wipe off all your wounds
And go, and go, and go, and go
your very own, newly built path
Writer(s): Holger Fichtner, Jacek Zyla, Philipp Burger, Peter Gustav Haag, Gregor Wiebe, Thorsten Scharf, Frank Jooss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
zuletzt bearbeitet von Jessi (skillsintills) am 9. Januar 2021, 1:47